The Call
Trey Nobbe
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz Shaking like a dancer He picks it up, as one does Silence—my best friend cries—cancer The months of sickness, The nights, so sleepless My feeble friend falling fast Any day—could be his last Buzz, Buzz, Buzz—the cell phone wails Shaking like a dancer, Like an assassin it never fails— It steals my friend, f*** you cancer
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